Becoming

BECOMING

    

Till finally, after long years

of waffling through wardrobes

in everyone else’s walk-ins, 

and finding, yes, a good accessory

or two, but nothing that fits you 

with that it factor so evident 

when draped over their bones, 

you at last submit to return

to your own, thin closet

worse for wear, where—though 

you can’t see it yourself,

your back turned—the mirror

watches as you slip into the skin

that wraps you so right

you thought all this time

you had nothing on.